mae🐝

suzanne collins does it again, a true master <3

somewhat inspiring and an enjoyable, short read! I think it could've been better if the timing was clearer, or the timeline was laid out easier for the reader to grasp, but I do understand that the not-doing-that was intentional... like it was obviously ambiguous on purpose, that just isn't usually my style. anyway, glad to call another book completed after this silly reading slump I've been in!

this book was quite possibly the darkest book I've ever read, and yet it was incredibly fascinating the entire way through, it was like I couldn't put it down. I found the writing style the most enticing piece of it, and I would be interested to read more books by this author with maybe more light? humor? I'm not entirely sure if that's something this author has in their catalog, but the writing style was so incredible to me, I stuck it out through the dark and the sad and the depressing.

I'm counting anything against this year-end reading goal dude, times are HARD

I'm shuffling through the Christmas books here at the library, because we're finally relabeling them. You see, for years and years, since we separated out holiday books from regular books upstairs in the children's section, they haven't been labeled in any particular way. They have the exact same spine labels as any other children's book in this section, the only difference is the sticker on the side saying the holiday the book is for!! Why is it like this!! I have no idea :( BUT I noticed this a month or so ago, so now I'm fixing everything up and labeling them properly with a HOL at the beginning of the call number which stands for HOLIDAY hAHAHA get it ! so people ACTUALLY know where they are and CAN FIND THEM lololol I'm so cool and smart and I'm having a break down about holiday books and this is what my life has come to

anyway, I digress, this one looked really interesting to me so I read it immediately on the library desk :)

There have been times when I felt that I might die of loneliness. People sometimes say they might die of boredom, that they're dying for a cup of tea, but for me, dying of loneliness is not hyperbole. When I feel like that, my head drops and my shoulders slump and I ache, I physically ache, for human contact–I truly feel that I might tumble to the ground and pass away if someone doesn't hold me, touch me. I don't mean a lover–this recent madness aside, I had long since given up on any notion that another person might love me that way– but simply as a human being. The scalp massage at the hairdressers, the flu jab I had last winter–the only time I experience touch is from people whom I am paying, and they are almost always wearing disposable gloves at the time. I'm merely stating the facts. People don't like these facts, but I can't help that.

Definitely one of the best books I've read in a long time. I felt comforted and uncomfortable, called out and understood. I was laughing and I did cry a little (at the end), and, perhaps most importantly, I was reading it very fast!
I'm always pleased when a book that is heavily adored by (it seems like) everybody and their mother actually turns out to be great, and worthy of the praise.